SweetSexyVicky: Confessions of an ALL TABOO Fetish Phone Sex Mistress

Hey every body, I am back and while I am not quite running at 100% it’s still the same nasty lil’ vicky you all have come to crave. Furthermore, I am typing this in my wonderwoman boots.

I’ve missed you all– it’s been a trying year for me. Who knew that if you had unprotected sex something actually might happen. That something being getting pregnant, not catching a disease.

Luckily enough James is nasty enough to twist and turn all my slippery sweet deviant fantasies with me… but YOU all know that I can’t stick with just one man- and he knows it too.

Jared Lynch is at it again, I feel for his girlfriend Tracy.  This time the FUCKTARD gave me his Social.  159-62-8866.  And the loser only spent 5 minutes on the phone.

Thursday night in Pasadena and all is well...

You know that song… “Laid”? This pic reminds me of the middle…

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no

Ah you think you’re so pretty (eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty

So last night I hooked up with my new bf. It was deliciously awkward and we spent a very long time fucking around in the front of my Kia. That was my favorite part– fucking around. Flicking his cock with my fingers as he jumped and groaned. Every time his head whacked against the seat of my car and he let slip a quite murmur of pain I soaked my panties a little more.

Wrapping my fist in the microfiber body of a chemise and rubbing my pussy, fingering myself with my lingerie around my fingertips before dressing him in said soaked lingerie was even more fun.

I came on his fingers multiple times, and licked his fingers clean each time– this was not as hot as when he had so much fucking precum that my fingertips were sloppy and I shoved three of my fingers into his mouth and he groaned like the nasty whore he is.

Neither was that as hot as when I had my mouth on his cock after he told “daddy’s princess” to suck it…

Sadly… it was one of those hook-ups bound to live on in infamy, not likely to get repeated other than in his fevered memory– oh yeah, and mine too. I am a fucking mess right now I am so turned on.

It’s raining, and my mini sd reader thing is in the car, otherwise I’d pop a pic of him up here for all to see… Justine in the front of my car, wearing my panties after I rubbed his/her clit just like I rubbed mine. We cycled through about six months of fantasies last night… lol

A note:
When speaking to me, it’s not a good idea to just say “I am horny and need to get off.” This goes doubly for when you NOT PAYING me.

Don’t treat me like less than a whore– whores get paid.

Nasty talk and getting guys off is kind of what I live for (also included is shopping, reading, and mindfucking– but there you are) however, the next time someone calls me up and says “i need to get off” I just might scream.

Congratulations– so do I. And if I change the subject; don’t get irritated with me. You’re not paying, you don’t have the right to get irritated– oh yeah, and remember that am a person with a life and if I pick up my phone and answer it, you had better believe that if I am in the middle of something and YOU ARE NOT PAYING I am not going to stop what I am doing for a free phone fuck. Period. End of report.

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Seriously, where have people’s brains gone lately?

Mine dripped out of my ears about 20-30 minutes ago… after being pounded so hard in my ass that I couldn’t breathe and I swear I can still feel his cockhead between my tonsils. Yeah. That my dears, was some awesome fucking. You know the point in anal sex where it just stops hurting and feels fantastic, better than fantastic– and at the same time your pussy feels as though it is hollow and empty and you JUST HAVE to have something (cock, fingers, a dildo…anything) in it? So you claw away at your pussy, grinding your palm down on your clit and working your ass up and down on the cock inside of you? No?? That’s a shame… it really is.

Vicky

James is home for the weekend. A certain someone has been on my mind just here recently, and it was with much *faked* shame that I whispered heatedly into my lover’s ear that I have been very naughty…
I laid it all on the line, begging him to fuck me like the naughty thing I was, stroking his cock the entire time. We laughed and giggled like only old lovers can… and then he fucked me crazy-hard.
Someone just happened to pop into my brain at that moment right before orgasm where you’re reaching out with all senses… and that was when James grabbed my thighs hard and asked, “How does a real man’s cock compare?” as he thrust his dick home. I will say, with quite earnest honesty, that J’s (of the sheep photo and other spoilings) face/name popped into mind as I came all over my boyfriend’s cock, and wished (in vain) that I had been recording our conversation because it was unbelievably hot.

Then I climbed out of bed for my shower, logged back in, and started working on homework. What a terrible thing. I have been helping Summer & her other friend so much that I have gotten swamped.

Sake with e-club doesn’t help.

As soon as I got online I was mobbed by a friend who wanted to know where I was twenty minutes hence. After a tactful “indisposed” was queried, I said:

James and I were convivially conjugating until we realized we were perpetrating a split infinitive and decided to conjugate convivially instead.

and

When I told my boyfriend that his name sounded like someone else’s only it had a hard affricate in the middle instead of a voiceless stop… (which is completely wrong and he had to smack me awake…) we decided that maaaaaaaaaaaybe I spent too much time at school this week.

Calling all you nasty fuckers:

My  girlfriend Summer is starting out on Niteflirt this week. She’s a nasty but shy girl. So her first night, I will be at her house to *soothe* her nerves. I am auctioning off her niteflirt virginity. Starting bid is $25…

I was dressed when I crawled pathetically into bed last night.

I was not when I woke up. And we’re not talking “just in panties” naked, we’re talking bare-ass starkers. Not only that but the clothing wasn’t in the bed or by the bed. I figured I got really hot and decided, half asleep, to strip down– but the clothing was nowhere to be seen.  As I quite like the thermal I was wearing (it matches the pink/purple streaks in my hair) and the squishy comfy pj bottoms, not to mention cute the little PINK! panties I was wearing, I grew quite distressed over not knowing where my fucking clothes were.

Also. It’s eight-fucking-thirty in the morning. And I didn’t get off to bed until after 3.

Plus, I just checked the good old bank balance… I work my ass off last weekend and I don’t get paid. Typical niteflirt shenanigans.

The song goes “rainy days and mondays always get me down” but I beg to differ. I love Mondays! They are the start of a brand new week of fucking with people, messing with heads, making and spending money. In addition to that, they usually herald something interesting, right?

And rainy days? I love em! I like the way the rain sounds as it pours down from the sky, the way it smells when it’s over– and I like the fact that if it’s raining it’s not so damn bright out side.

This weekend went well for me: I spent it @ a hotel in Costa Mesa with the boyfriend. Funnily enough, Wednesday night we were at the same hotel we were in last March– and once again had spectacular hotel sex. In March it was just so much fun because there was a set of stairs INSIDE the hotel room, fun stuff in the bathroom, 2 beds, and a very sturdy desk perfect for being bent over sideways and backwards and all places in between.

I also had a good time at work:

I love playing with Bill– he is such a mess!!

I am staying up late watching “Sense and Sensibility” for a paper that is due on Thursday. Yummy. Full of feminist claptrap and bs (my paper, not the movie).

So quickly before I get a phone call or fall asleep, I am enjoying Hugh Grant and Alan Rickman. The more I see of Alan Rickman the more I like. So long as it’s not Die Hard. I love his voice– same with Hugh Grant.

Speaking of Alan Rickman, the more I hear him speaking, the more I am thinking about Professor Snape (who would absolutely rock as a teacher– there is no way any of his students could say that they didn’t learn anything about potions). The whole Snape story arch in Harry Potter killed me. The end was so fucking heart wrenching that it took me about a year to get over it. I just realized that July has come and past almost– without a new Harry Potter. I am kind of sad.